Alone, in her far off home of greens and hues of red and purple flowers, she would reminisce about her life and ask herself how much her heart loved people, and if it was ever worth it to feel anything otherwise. She believed in death and rebirth many times in one lifetime; she would look... Continue Reading →

Russian artist Leonid Tishkov can't seem to go anywhere without a human-sized crescent moon by his side. the artist can usually be found with his lunar travel mate in tow, lounging on rooftops or dangling off the edge of a boat in scenes that take us back to our favorite childhood books. Tishkov's most recent... Continue Reading →

Dear J, I may be at a loss for words half the time, and the other half I might have too much to say, but I can almost always say this; I love you. I have felt fear and I have felt bravery and I have felt loss. I can look pictures of us and... Continue Reading →

I'm interested in sunsets and road trips and people who don't settle for the ordinary and those who believe in myths and magic I'm interested in the ocean not the shore and late-night phone calls discussing life and death and everything in between I'm interested in conversations that discuss the characters in books in such a... Continue Reading →

He's in his grave it's Peaceful and silent It's not as scary as theyTold him it would beHe's 77 and he Wonders if her soul is what's making the starsshine as he sheds his tearsHe's 60 and he's Right there beside herGazing into her beautiful Face which seems unmovedBy time to him, she wakes up... Continue Reading →